Doctor's Orders

One of my Dad's doctors is apparently a real sweetheart, with a pronounced stutter. Upon listening to his belly with a stethoscope, she told him something like this:

I know you have gas, because I can hear it, and I know you are a nice man and all, but you have to f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fart!

As always, we will do our best to comply with doctor's orders.